حقیقت تصادفی اتفاق نمیافتد، بلکه تراش میخورد و به عمل میآید تا وارد هستی میشود. محصولی است از زمان، فاصله و پیوند.
The war was about vanity, he said. It was about old men who couldn't look in the mirror anymore and so they sent the young out to die. Was was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple--hate y...
The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.
People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.
One corner to another. One more crack in the pavement. That’s the way we all walk: the more we have to occupy our minds the better.
Oh, the mind itself is a deep, deep well. Lower me down and let me touch water.
Let it be. Silly song, really. You let it be, it returns. There's the truth. You let it be, it drags you to the ground. You let it be, it crawls up your walls.
It was America, after all. The sort of place where you should be allowed to walk as high as you wanted. But what if you were the one walking underneath? What if the tightrope walker really had fallen?...
I went into my first marriage, blank to the schemes of love.
I told him that I loved him and that I'd always love him and I felt like a child who throws a centavo into a fountain and then she has to tell someone her most extraordinary wish even though she knows...
I suppose one finally learns, after much searching, that we really only belong to ourselves.
I suppose I've always known that it's hard to be just one person. the key is in the door and it can always be opened.
Freedom was a word that everyone mentioned but none of us knew.
Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. The only thing that ever rescued me was listening to a big voice.
Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. The only thing that ever rescued me was listening to a big voice. There are years accumulated in a sound.
A writer is an explorer. She knows she wants to get somewhere, but she doesn’t know if the somewhere even exists yet. It is still to be created. A Galápagos of the imagination. A whole new theory of w...
A good doctor. He would not let her take pills. Try each day just to laugh a little bit, it’s a good medicine, he said. Pills were a second option. I should have taken them. No. Better off to try laug...
Only when a man dies can his life acquire a beginning, middle, and an end: up until then we are constantly unfinished, even the midpoint cannot be located. So only the final word finds the middle word...
We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but...
Truth: When criticized you go berserk, but in your defense remember that it is those who calmly listen who never change.